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Mammon Pirate Outfit Rework 🏴‍☠️

felt like swapping their hairstyles

This is how enemies to lovers Oisin and Adaine can still work out

reblog to tranquilize the person you reblogged this from

tea time with the professors ☕️

I'm exhausted, take them from me

Honestly, what particularly breaks my heart even more about Domi and her character is just the… almost thoughtless, lighthearted way Domi’s family are hurting her. Their treatment of her is depicted different from how bad families are normally depicted in media. Veronica and Antoine don’t seem to go out of their way to hurt Domi or put much effort into persecuting her, they just don’t really think of her at all until she happens to be there at the moment. In a way, it probably hurts Domi even more, the way she is completely invisible to them.

They don’t consciously ignore her or insult her - and it’s exactly these little, dismissive moments that hurt the most. For her siblings, Domi doesn’t even seem worth any kind of attention, whether positive or negative. 

Louis may have been tossed aside and erased from the family tree, but their treatment of Domi isn’t much different except for the fact they at least acknowledge her as a De Sade.

And it’s something I just - well, appreciate seems like the wrong word, but these inconspicious kinds of abuse are rarely shown and properly adressed or taken seriously in media, they aren’t dramatic, grand moments that everyone from a mile away can recognize as abusive. Instead, they are quiet, almost blink-and-you-miss-it, yet just as much hurtful, and sometimes even more messy to deal with because it takes people so much longer to realize and recognize it as harmful.

And the perhaps lack of ‘malice’ with which the De Sade siblings treat Domi makes it just worse, the way they keep smashing and shattering her confidence without a single care in the world. 

It’s a silent killer, one Domi had been suffering under for years.

god i really thought you people were lying about laios and kabru just for the sake of pretending like there is a gay little thing going on when its questionably textual at best but this shit is for real fascinating. unprecedented. master manipulator kabru playing both sides operating behind six layers of sublimated yaoi to obsessively plot laios' downfall. and on the other side of the coin notable Grade A Grass-Fed Freak laios touden experiencing a completely normal crush on the first pretty man to demonstrate polite interest in his passions and hobbies. i can only imagine laios is gonna be out here milking minotaurs like 'hm. if kabru was here now...i wonder if he would enjoy this too..... that would be nice (:' whilst kabru is pacing a deep furrow in the cobblestones clear on the other side of the dungeon vowing up and down that he will commit to sucking laios' dick meat clean off the bone if it might bring him one step closer to seeing his head on a pike

i enjoy rewatching kristen’s scene with buddy because like. imagine your locker just got tagged and ur trying to be diplomatic about it because you’re in a public hallway so you try to keep appearances right? you’re running for president! but the sticker was of ur rival’s party and not even for her campaign. anyway you ignore that because this pasty rotten proselytizer has just mentioned to you apparently absolving himself of whatever horror his spells have wrought in assigning agency to..god? by the raising of his hand in a twisted form of praise? and your brain is going a mile a minute trying to connect the hazy frayed edges of thought he’s leaking out (grades are of the material world)(i pray before during after football games we win)(helio doesn’t make mistakes, kristen)(helio’s holding onto us tight)(they’re all gonna go straight to hell) and you are looking into a mirror of your past and seeing the zeal simmering underneath his gall now. how dare he? really? (every cleric has to have some kinda deity, right?)(i don’t feel any control over life) and in your head you see yolanda, who severed ties to her divinity to teach with compassion and a fairness that must’ve been in itself holy, dead. (i don’t hold tight, ‘cause i’m in someone’s hand.) and you worry about bucky, about what he could become without you holding him tight (i’m happy to look after him.) and your muscles tense up as you smile politely, a smile that doesn’t quite reach your eyes stony, impassive, like the wall you’re building to keep this serpent from striking at those you love. (careful.) and you, ready to defend, say, i’ll fucking show you.

lost focus and had a consensual workplace relationship